During The Great Storms Of Our Lives

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

In The Silence Of Their Studios, Busied For Days At A Time With Works Which Leave The Mind Relatively Free, Painters Become Like Women; Their Thoughts Can Revolve Around The Minor Facts Of Life And Penetrate Their Hidden Meaning.

To Live In The Presence Of Great Truths And Eternal Laws, To Be Led By Permanent Ideals - That Is What Keeps A Man Patient When The World Ignores Him, And Calm And Unspoiled When The World Praises Him.

Clouds Symbolize The Veils That Shroud God.

The Most Real Of All Splendors Are Not In Outward Things, They Are Within Us.